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JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Augering slag-chest male MC, 124 BPM scaffold-yard hip hop, heavy kick, tight snare, coiled bass, board-creak tick, augering loud bars, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals
V6-WILD

[Verse 1: Augering slag-chest male MC, augering, heavy] Yard boss said scrap the plank, paint too far gone I set it on the horses with the scraper and the dawn Old oil coat peeling in a weather map of gray I worked the edge patient like I get paid either way Blade caught a ridge that was not wood grain alone Letter under paint like a tooth inside a bone I slowed the stroke, blew the dust, watched a name appear Same last name as mine, carved deep and clear [Hook: Augering slag-chest male MC, loud, augering] His name under the paint I almost threw Scaffold board he marked when this span was new I came to scrap the waste and found the crew Keep the plank, rebuild the truth [Verse 2: Augering slag-chest male MC, augering, colder] Foreman said my father worked this yard in ninety-four Raised the east approach and never asked for more I was a kid who thought the job was just a check He was a man who signed his work where paint would wreck Augering quiet through a pride I do not perform Board-creak tick under me like a metronome in storm I do not need a speech about the blood inside the trade I need a plank that proves the height was honestly made Yard dogs bark once, then settle like they know the mark Paint dust on my tongue tastes like a double shift in dark [Verse 3: Augering slag-chest male MC, paint flake, augering] Last paint flake lifts, the letters catch the yard light I read his name out loud once, not soft, not polite Crew goes quiet for a breath they did not plan Somebody nods like they already understand I chalk a keep mark, set the plank aside the bay Rebuild the rail around the wood he signed that day Name under paint is not a ghost and not a stunt It is a level I can still refuse to blunt [Bridge: Augering slag-chest male MC, loud, augering] Scrape the coat, keep the grain Father in the fiber, son in the strain Paint flake, yard light Board stays in the fight [Hook: Augering slag-chest male MC, loud, augering] His name under the paint I almost threw Scaffold board he marked when this span was new I came to scrap the waste and found the crew Keep the plank, rebuild the truth [Outro: Augering slag-chest male MC, quiet heavy, board-creak tick rings out and fades] Paint flake, still showing Tell the yard we keep going [End]